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Take me with you, down a forest trail
Where canopies sigh, and upon their
Humid breath, feathered tufts sail…

Where, holding within with tortured care,
The blossoms, able to well their longing no longer
Let drip their perfumes into the air.

Infusing it with a tenseness so dark
It explodes into light! And all is laid
Bare. All is laid stark.

And as a butterfly shimmers through a light shaft,
It lets fly a thousand colours. A thousand
Emotions of a limitless heart.

As in a sparkling moment, heroes stand tall.
Larger than life! In illusions that are
Real. Are complete and are all.

For what’s realer than a gasp? Enchanted, free?
Than a snatch of stormy laughter! A moment of
Scarlet anguish. A moment of golden fury?

Oh! That desperate idea of a fantastic height…
Show me that it simply IS. As simple
As laughter. As simple as light.

As vivid as a gunshot. A fiery duel. A dance.
Vivid as a serenade. As swirling skirts
Of gossamer lace. A tread, a leap, a prance.

Take me with you, right atop a hill.
Take me to the horizon. Take me with you
On that Stage. Take me where you will.

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Khatija FerhyKhatija is a writing enthusiast who enjoys learning how to create a good piece of art, with words.

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Posted on February 21, 2017 by Stagecraft Theatre in Blog with 2 comments

Sitting on a bench sipping afternoon tea or walking down an aisle in a library, the journey of a thought in a writer’s mind is a dubious process. These thoughts arrive in the most random fashion but are kept organised in their mind. Well not to boast but yes, writers do belong to an ‘elite’, quote unquote section. Now the reason why I say so is not because I make an absurd assertion and attempt to be an extreme narcissist but I do observe. The strata have underestimated writers.

What’s funny is most writers do not call themselves writers, as ironic as that might be, it is somewhat true. A writer especially one who does theatre writing or in other words a playwright is a storyteller, privileged enough to get a voice for his thoughts realised into a well-devised line of dialogues. The term playwright has some interesting facts associated with it. When you say this word in a group, many will take it to be “playwrite” as though it explains the meaning but the homophone with “write” is purely coincidental. Wright is an archaic English term for craftsman or builder, so when combined with the prefix play, playwright essentially becomes a craftsman who has “wrought” words, drama and genres into dramatic form, a craftsman of plays.

The journey of an individual into becoming a playwright is the most riveting endeavour. For most playwrights, it is nonetheless a thought beautifully transforming itself into a story. It seems vague and absurd for the onlookers, to think of a simple situation transforming itself into an art performed on stage. Some writers they take their inspiration from theatre itself. Their writings are more or less an outcome of the performances that they see. Other lots from the same pond, find their inspiration in situations. Now an intriguing line of writing is melancholic writing. It is mellow and at times sublime but has real depth in its inception.The best theatre among many is an outcome of this melancholic writing.

There are a million different ways a story finds its inception. For a writer, it is more or less the same. The expression in each nerve of a sentence, dialogue, paragraph in a play is an outcome of an organised chaos in a writer’s head. This line of thoughts is an inside information which only the writer is privy to, and as he gets on his settee of story making, he beautifully blends these line of thoughts with the perfect expressions, enunciations and emotions to make an art called Play. It is difficult to fathom the commotion of these line of thoughts, but easy to see the seamless flow of theatre dialect.

As is rightly said by Tom Stoppard that “because theatre is a story-telling art form, we feel entitled to assume that the playwright got there before we got there”; the journey of a playwright into the elite is nonpareil.

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Anjali MishraAnjali is an engineering student with a passion for writing and theatre.

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